Don't like goodbyes So R. returned to California on Monday. Seeing him standing on the street, teary-eyed as we said goodbye, is stuck in my memory. I can only imagine what it would feel like to know one's also saying goodbye to live in England. I would be devastated. And I'm going to miss him. For six months I knew I would have instant weekend plans. For six months someone rang my mobile who wasn't work-related. For six months two friends got a chance to reunite and be best friends in the same country, same city. That was wonderful. And now I'm back to Saturday nights in front of the telly watching "Casualty" and cursing that I've little talent for making friends or standing alone in bars. Farewell R., return soon!